Lyrics for singles by War

All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher
Low rider drives a little slower
Low rider is a real goer
Low rider knows every street yeah
Low rider is the one to meet yeah
Low rider don't use no gas now
Low rider don't drive too fast
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip
Take a little trip
Take a little trip with me

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
As I fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind
The fact that me --- an over-fed, long-haired, leaping gnome ---
Should be the star of a Hollywood movie
But there I was
I was taken to a place
The Hall of the Mountain Kings
I stood high upon a mountain top
Naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl
There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones,
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle, came a lady
She whispered in my ear
Something crazy, she said
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
I thought to myself, what could that mean?
Am I going crazy, or is this just a dream?
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm lying in a field of grass somewhere
So it's all in my head
And then I heard her say one more time
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine
In the other a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said
"Take the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Spill the wine, dig that girl"
"Take that girl, yeah!"
It's on girl, all you gotta do
Is spill that wine, spill that wine
Let me feel, let me feel hot, yeah! Yeah!
Oh Lord!
Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine,
Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine
Dig that girl!

Ridin round town with all the windows down
Eight track playin all your favorite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians tryin to get a start
Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Stretched out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin Disneyland
Rappin on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big "10-4" to the truckin man
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Young boys playing stick ball in the street
Fire hydrants help to beat the heat
Old man feeding pigeons in the square
Nighttime finds young lovers walking there
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In Atlantic City or out in Malibu
Or anywhere between, I'm telling you
When you feel those balmy breezes on your face
Summer time is the best time any place

Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
I seen you 'round for a long long time
I really 'membered you when you drink my wine
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I seen you walkin' down in Chinatown
I called you but you could not look around
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I bring my money to the welfare line
I see you standing in it every time
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The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony
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I'd kinda like to be the President
so I can show you how your money's spent
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Sometimes I don't speak too bright
but yet I know what I'm talking about
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I know you're working for the CIA
they wouldn't have you in the Mafia
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